Lyrics

Man VS. MIDI

I’ll never be as good as a machine
Really what’s the point? I can’t even compete
I’ll never sound as clean as a machine
Push a few buttons, spits out a masterpiece

These clumsy analog hands
Against the digits of the digital man
This home grown tone is trash
It’ll never match what comes out of a can

My fingers are too fat and I can't keep a beat
While your quantized perfection seems quite like a cheat
Why learn my scales? I'm only bound to fail
‘Cuz your beats in 7/8 somehow still sound great

I’ll never be as good as a machine
Really what’s the point, I can’t even compete
I’ll never sound as clean as a machine
Push a few buttons, spits out a MIDI masterpiece

Your synthetic but you sound so real
I know your soulless, but what touch and feel
I strive and stress to make this art
But the people can’t even tell us apart

I'm tone deaf as can be
and I sing right out of key,
why did I buy all this gear, nobody wants to hear?
Because next to you, it sounds so cheap

I’ll never be as good as a machine
There really is no point, I can’t even compete!